Chapter 150
Chapter 150
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 150
Chapter Title: Seated Passing
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Primal Saint Sect, beyond the Heaven-Connecting Cloud Sea.
Fulong Arhat sat cross-legged atop a cliff, staring intently into the vast cloud sea in the distance. His mind replayed the image of that handsome face once more.
"Amitabha... motherfucker!"
Fulong Arhat slammed his palm down in fury. The cliff instantly crumbled to dust. Even so, not a shred of the rage burning in his heart was vented.
It only grew fiercer.
Only now did he truly understand why Lu Yang hadn't stayed to fight him that day. That beast had planned to grind him down alive!
It defied all reason. For a Foundation Establishment cultivator, time in cultivation was incomparably precious.
In the early Foundation Establishment stage, healing alone took decades, refining one's natal divine ability took another few decades, then seeking out Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends to forge them into innate divine abilities...
Just this one realm consumed over a hundred years!
A Foundation Establishment cultivator's lifespan was merely three centuries. Spending over a hundred years on the early stage showed just how precious time was—cultivation was truly a race against every second.
Yet now, there was someone utterly unconcerned with cultivation. He had achieved perfect Foundation Establishment, refined his natal divine ability, and even obtained vast merit and fortune. Anyone else would have rushed out to hunt Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends, but Lu Yang remained holed up in the Saint Sect, refusing to emerge!
Over these years, Fulong Arhat had tried countless methods.
Taunts, mockery, even deliberately tarnishing his reputation. Yet Lu Yang remained unmoved as a mountain, leaving Fulong Arhat to vent his fury here alone.
"That cowardly turtle..."
At this thought, Fulong Arhat glanced back toward the Pure Land direction, his heart swelling with even greater grievance. In truth, he had already been cast aside by the Pure Land.
After all, his merit was exhausted, and his lifespan neared its end.
To the Pure Land, he was now useless.
As for the [City Wall Earth], the key wasn't him—it was his Dao foundation, the [Dragon-Subduing Temple]. That was the Pure Land's advantage.
The [Dragon-Subduing Temple] could be transferred.
In the Form Refining Ascension Dao, Foundation Establishment was unique and bound to its owner. But in the Pure Land, ownership of the Dao foundation truly rested with them.
Fulong dead?
Then just have someone else inherit the [Dragon-Subduing Temple].
To that end, even the Pure Land Bodhisattva had spoken up, saying that Guang Ming fellow was quite suitable—after all, he had earned merit in the Dao-seizing battle. Let him inherit it.
Listen to that—was that even human speech?
When Fulong Arhat heard the news, his golden body nearly exploded with rage. Yet he was powerless, and killing Guang Ming was out of the question.
After all, it was the Bodhisattva's personal decree. If he accepted his fate, after death he could reincarnate as pigs and dogs for ten lifetimes, repay his karma, return to the human path, and perhaps, after a thousand years, have a slim chance to reenter the Dao path.
But offending the Bodhisattva? That would mean endless lifetimes of repayment with no end.
At this thought, one could imagine the depth of resentment in Fulong Arhat's heart.
He dared not resent the Pure Land or the Primal Saint Sect. All his hatred fell squarely on Lu Yang—he wished he could devour his flesh raw.
"What to do now?"
Fulong Arhat muttered lowly. Just then, a figure of light appeared beside him.
"What else can you do? There's only one thing left for you."
"Wait!"
As the words fell, Fulong Arhat turned to the figure and grinned.
"Heaven Mending, I'm down on my luck—you're not faring much better."
The visitor was none other than the Heaven Mending Peak Master!
Fulong Arhat and the Heaven Mending Peak Master were of the same generation. If he was nearing his end, how much longer could the Heaven Mending Peak Master last? Both were old monsters facing their final deadline.
Truth be told, seeing the Heaven Mending Peak Master's current predicament actually eased Fulong Arhat's heart a bit.
"You want me to wait? How?"
"Naturally, until the time comes for you to seatedly pass."
The Heaven Mending Peak Master's tone was icy.
"Your lifespan is easy to calculate—twenty years at most. I reckon that Lu Yang will wait exactly twenty years."
At these words, Fulong Arhat's face darkened. Though he wanted to retort, his mouth opened and closed without a sound. Deep down, he knew the Heaven Mending Peak Master was likely right. But soon, his eyes lit up.
"You have a way to help me last a few more decades?"
"A few decades? No."
The Heaven Mending Peak Master said flatly,
"Ten years, however—that I can manage. I have a Wind-Avoiding Pill that can shield you from ten years of calamity winds, letting you live another decade."
"But the pill's power is limited. The second use cuts its effect by a third, the third by another third."
Fulong nodded forthrightly.
"What do you want?"
"After your death, your golden body relic. And you'll dual cultivate with my daughter to help her cultivate the Six Paths Nirvana Phoenix Art."
The Heaven Mending Peak Master stated his terms.
"Fine!"
Fulong Arhat agreed without hesitation. He had nothing left to lose at this point. From rock bottom, any path led upward.
Only then did the Heaven Mending Peak Master nod in satisfaction. He produced a white jade pill, which Fulong Arhat caught and promptly sent into his sea of consciousness to shelter his soul. Instantly, he felt a wave of relief—the deathly crisis from the [calamity winds] eased considerably. Clearly, the effect was remarkable.
"My thanks, Dao friend."
Fulong Arhat cupped his hands, a joyful expression mingling with a vicious glare toward the Saint Sect.
"Lu Yang... just you wait. I'll make you pay in blood!"
Time flew. Twenty years later.
"What? Fulong seatedly passed?"
The news reached Luofeng Mountain, catching Lu Yang off guard. Habitually, he pinched his fingers to divine, bolstered by the [Heaven-Scrutinizing Instrument].
No—that couldn't be right. He was still alive?
Though the timing did line up.
"Looks like he used some lifespan-extending trick. Playing games with me—these people have such filthy hearts! Can't they just be good like me?"
Lu Yang sat steady as Mount Tai. After pondering briefly, he summoned Su Nu.
The next day, Su Nu—disguised as Lu Yang—boldly departed the Saint Sect, deliberately parading several loops around Jiangbei region.
"Hmph! Think I'll fall for the same trick twice?"
Fulong Arhat lurked in hiding, watching Su Nu streak across the sky. He gnashed his teeth.
"Such an obvious probe means he truly suspects I'm dead."
"Otherwise, why send a fake version of himself out to bait?"
"Makes sense. To standoff with me, he's wasted decades without seeking Heavenly Gang or Earthly Fiends. Drag it out further, and he might not even break through to mid-Foundation Establishment this lifetime!"
"He's getting anxious!"
At this thought, Fulong Arhat grew even more excited, a savage grin spreading across his face.
"Given time, he won't hold out!"
"He'll come out!"
But soon his expression shifted to unease, wavering.
"Still not solid. Only ten years left—what if he waits another ten out of caution?"
With that, he turned to the Heaven Mending Peak Master beside him.
"Heaven Mending, I'm not being greedy. We've come this far—just a little more to kill him. How about another Wind-Avoiding Pill?"
"..."
The Heaven Mending Peak Master fell silent. But on second thought, he had given the pill precisely to borrow Fulong Arhat's hand for revenge on Lu Yang. If Lu Yang waited the full ten years and outlasted him, that pill would be wasted.
After long deliberation, the Heaven Mending Peak Master gritted his teeth.
"...Fine. One more."
"The last one!"
(End of chapter)